A teenage crush, into a virgin’s bait <br />Daughter of a priest, it is too late <br />In the youth of his prime, he lost his will <br />Seduced and enslaved, by a spider bite kill <br /> <br />A father’s fear, has yet come true <br />A foolish love that must be subdue <br />Tearing down, hope to what may come <br />Completing god’s work, that must be done <br /> <br />The word has been spoken, by the holy man <br />Turning down all desires, into tender sand <br />Keeping his daughter to himself, <br />And to other, a rotten hand <br /> <br />Alone he was, alone he became <br />In a battle with love, suffering and pain <br />Weakened and tired, he’ll always try <br />To win her heart, before he dies <br /> <br />But there is a way, to end it all <br />The wind of death, he hears, fulfilling the call <br />He wrote his will, with his bloody tears <br />He said goodbye, giving up to his fears <br /> <br />Days of snow, passed upon his grave <br />A mark was written by a wounded crave <br />As the young girl reads the mystical words <br />A blast of winds came up from the north <br /> <br />“I once have knew, a love so pure <br />That gave me life, it was my cure <br />But the road was rough, so hard to climb <br />As I surrendered, this was my crime”<br /><br />Elie Abou Chaaya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wisdom-of-death-part-i/
